Wishy, washy uncommitted to this type of blogging person. I don’t really care, though. I am going to post when I post and not care who cares about it.
I had a super revelation on Thursday that was amazing. It was the reason that I wanted to get back into blogging about eating and exercising and tracking how I am doing with.
Here is what it is:
I am never going to be a small girl. I wasn’t made that way. So, when I feel worthless for not being a size two and don’t do anything because I think I will never get there, I am deceiving myself. My body is not made to be small. The least I have ever weighed since I was 10 was 152 pounds. That was only achieved through fasting AFTER 6 weeks of a raw diet and exercising like crazy. I am not supposed to be a small girl. I was made the way I was made.
Am I supposed to be a sedentary girl? No! Am I supposed to be a man-made trans-fatty eating girl? No!
But even if I never eat another french again (which, no way) and even if all I ever drink is water and I exercise three hours a day (instead of sleeping, I guess?) I will never have a thigh gap. I will never have slender shoulders, long neck, long legs, no boobs, or be 5 feet 4 inches. Never.
And I don’t want to be that anymore. This is who I am.